Here We Go Again
Title: Here We Go Again
Characters: Band centric [Simple Plan]
Rating: R
Category: AU, Comedy, Drama
Warning: Language, Slash
Pairing: Pierre/Chuck
Summary:
oh baby can't you see there ain't no place I'd rather be
Disclaimer: I don't own them. And if I knew them personally, I probably wouldn't write this.
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Here We Go Again Chapter Eight
Sebastien walked across the tennis court and stopped to lean against the chain-link fence next to Jordan. Their groups were having outdoor time at the tennis courts today, along with Chelsea and Samantha's groups.
"Do you want to play a set?" Sebastien crossed his arms, his lax position against the fence hardly relating the message that he was up for a game of any sort. The day was mild but bright, and where they stood was quite pleasant, just covered by the shade of a tree.
"Do you really want to play a set?" Jordan asked skeptically and gave a smirk when Sebastien simply shook his head in the negative. "I thought not," he shook his head. "All I feel like doing this afternoon is relaxing."
As he said this, Jordan looked out over the tennis court and took notice of all their campers scattered around. A number of them had rackets and were standing in small groups, passing tennis balls between them; some of them were standing on either side of the nets and passing over the short distance. However, Jordan and Sebastien were not the only ones who seemed to want to relax; there were still plenty of campers huddled together in groups along the chain-link fence playing with their GameBoys and decks of cards. As he heaved a sigh and shifted his footing, Jordan looked up beyond the fencing of the tennis courts, and his eyes spied movement up by the pool.
Pierre was walking around the fence of the pool, headed for the storage shed. Jordan watched as Pierre fiddled with the lock on the door and let it swing open. Closing in then, Jordan noticed, was Angela, coming across the grass with a few lawn chairs in her arms. Pierre held the door to the shed open for her, and after she'd set the chairs inside, the two simply stood in the doorframe talking.
Jordan nudged Sebastien's side, "Hey. Have you noticed anything weird about Angie?"
"Weird like how?" Sebastien picked his head up to look up toward the pool at the mention of the lifeguard.
"Weird, like, she's all over Pierre all the time?" Jordan explained. "I feel like I've seen her, hitting on him a lot. Have you?"
"Mm," Sebastien nodded, "I haven't seen a lot of it, but I know what you mean; people have been talking. Hey, Chels!"
From over in the corner where she'd been watching some of her campers passing a tennis ball back and forth, Chelsea turned in the direction she'd heard her name. Sebastien waved her over, and she approached the two men, smiling, "What's up?"
Sebastien smiled as he placed an arm over his forehead in some lame attempt to shade his eyes, "We have a question for you." Chelsea nodded and he continued, "You're friends with Angie, right? What's up with her and Pierre?"
Chelsea lifted an eyebrow and turned to look up toward the pool, as if by looking, she might suddenly understand why she was being asked such a question. "What do you mean?" She shaded her eyes and watched as Angela walked away from the pool shed and Pierre began closing the large swinging doors. "Did I miss something happen?"
"No more than I have, I guess," Sebastien shrugged. "Jordan says they've been all over each other."
"Hey, I didn't say that!" Jordan held up his hands. "Peter was hanging out with John - that CIT from the eleven's that's got the hots for Samantha's CIT - and John was saying that all the girls down there are having giggle-fits over the lifeguards' supposed love affair."
"Well why isn't anyone explaining to them that they missed out on their chance to fawn over Pierre by a year?"
Sebastien rolled his eyes, "Who knows? Get that CIT that John likes to explain shit to him. I'm sure she'd love to tell him about it if it meant getting to watch Pierre and Chuck make out in her head."
"Right," Jordan scoffed, "because that's not going to make him think twice about liking her - having a girl he thinks is cute start gushing about how she enjoys watching two gay men make out. The next time you see the two of them talking, why don't you mention David coming to visit, I'm sure the dazed look of happiness on her face wouldn’t creep him out at all."
"Shut up. She could just as easily start gushing about how she wants John to play her something on guitar and he'll be so damn flattered he'll forget."
"You guys worry me a little," Chelsea shook her head. "And what's their reasoning for thinking something's going on? Angela's got a thing for Pierre, sure, but she knows he's with-"
"There it is!" Jordan was pointing up the hill. Sebastien and Chelsea turned their heads and looked back up toward where they'd last seen Pierre and Angie. "Aw, you missed it, they're just standing now."
Chelsea punched his shoulder when he didn't continue, "Well, what happened?"
He shook his head, "Well, I don't think it was anything, but I bet if their fan club was watching, they'd be freaking out. Angie was just, like, dancing around or something and Pierre grabbed her arm-to get her to stop?-and then they hugged."
Sebastien rolled his eyes, "That's it?"
"Well, what do you really think you're going to see? We all agree they're probably not doing anything wrong, don't we?" Chelsea placed her hands on her hips, intent on making that point very clear.
"Sure, but I'm just saying. If you're gonna get the wrong idea, that's why," Jordan defended. "She was hanging off his neck and then she patted his stomach."
"What the hell, patted his stomach?" Sebastien's eyes were about ready to roll out of their sockets. "What does that even mean?"
Jordan turned to face Sebastien, and Sebastien mirrored the action. "Like this," Jordan said, and then demonstrated. He made an exaggerated gesture of flipping his hair, and then he smiled and stepped past Sebastien. While he passed, he moved his hand back and lightly allowed his fingers to grace over Sebastien's stomach.
"That was hot," Chelsea nodded, "do it again."
"Oh, for crying out loud," Sebastien shook his head when one of Chelsea's campers whistled in their direction and a group laughed. "She did that?"
"I would believe it," Chelsea shrugged. "She's definitely crushing on him, she's told me so when I've guarded with her at the lake."
Heaving a sigh, Sebastien looked back up toward the pool, but the lifeguards were out of sight now. "It's still nothing," he said sternly and shook his head, "you hit on me all the time and it's nothing."
While Chelsea and Jordan nodded, Sebastien headed over to his bag to search for his bottle of water. He didn't really understand why there were so many rumors flying around about the lifeguards, but he was determined not to think about it too much. He knew that Pierre had just spent the night in Landon and Chuck's bunk just a few days ago; they were obviously still together and not letting these things bother them - even if he wasn't completely sure either one really knew what the rest of the camp was saying. Pierre must, for sure, he was involved, but if Chuck knew anything about this gossip going around, he certainly wasn't letting on that he did. After they way he'd seen Chuck calling Angela out back at the pool a few weeks ago, Sebastien would have him pegged to show just how much he might have cared for Angela's blatant advances, if he ever found out what she was doing.
Sebastien looked out over the tennis court and observed that more of the campers appeared to be sitting out from the activity, and the ones that were still going didn't seem very enthusiastic about playing any more. He drank from his bottle as he stepped back over to Chelsea and Jordan, coming close just at the end of their conversation:
"...I think he'll come around by the end of the summer; he's still thinking, that's all."
"Hey," he interrupted the two, not really caring that he was halting a conversation, "should we have them pack it in soon?" He glanced up at the pool and caught a glimpse of Pierre climbing to the top of one of the lifeguard stands and grabbing something from the floor of the platform. It was obvious that he was calling to someone, probably Angela, as he did so.
"Yeah," Chelsea nodded and glanced around. "It'll be time for dinner soon." She took a step back and turned to head for her group and inform them that it was time to get ready to leave the tennis courts.
Pierre exhaled a deep breath and allowed himself to sink under the surface of the water. When his head was fully under, he kicked his feet off the floor of the pool and did a back flip. "I thought we were over this part," he said as he resurfaced and wiped the water from his face.
"What are you talking about?" Chuck's voice was obviously tired as he lay on his stomach along the edge of the pool with his arms under his head.
"I thought we'd progressed past the part where I beg you to come swimming with me," Pierre clarified and flicked his fingers in Chuck's direction, sending droplets of water at his boyfriend's face. "You're supposed to just come ready to jump in now."
With an amused groan, Chuck pressed his face down against his arms. "Hey, you know I was up watching the bunks last night. I'm tired." He was laughing.
"Yeah? Well, I'm deprived of affection," Pierre teased and swam over to the wall. He folded his arms over the edge and set his chin on his forearms, so that he would be right in line with Chuck's view when the other looked back at the pool. "Come on," he prodded in a low voice, knowing he could speak softly now that they were so close, "you know you want to."
"I might want to," Chuck began with his face still buried in his arms and muffling his voice, "but that doesn't mean I wouldn't fall asleep in the water and drown."
"So, I'll save you." He grinned and hoisted himself up on his elbows so that he could hover near Chuck's ear. Water dripped from his nose and fell onto Chuck's neck. "Mouth-to-mouth sounds like the best idea you've had all night," he teased before letting himself sink back into the water. "Tomorrow's a free day, you can rest all you want then."
Chuck smirked and shook his head. "I swear I will let you practice CPR on me all day tomorrow if I'm just allowed to relax right now." His face was still stuck in his arms, "I like just watching you swim."
Smiling, Pierre stuck out a hand and softly prodded his boyfriend's shoulder. Chuck turned his head and gave a tired smile, signaling his attention. Pierre simply reached over and pulled one of Chuck's arms free so that he could thread their fingers together. His own arm was folded beneath his chin so that he and Chuck were smiling at one another while their linked hands sat in the water. "Why are you making yourself so tired, anyway? Last year you weren't so bad with catching up on your sleep."
"I don't know," Chuck merely sighed and shrugged a shoulder. "Maybe I am trying to build up a reason to drown the next time my group is swimming just so you can save me."
"Why wait? I could practice my CPR right now."
"But I'm not drowning right now."
"What's your point?"
There was no witty response, as all Chuck could do was close his eyes and chortle. Pierre watched with amusement and delight, nearly sure that his offer would be taken up before the night was through.
Suddenly, a loud screeching sound shattered its way to their eardrums, and the laughter ceased at once. Chuck screwed his tired eyes shut at the annoyance, and was so frustrated by the interruption that he could barely fathom what it had been until he heard Pierre identify the cause:
"Oh, hey, Angie."
Chuck opened only one eye at first and saw Pierre looking toward the front gate. Opening his other, he turned and saw none other than Angela walking toward them with a towel over her shoulder and a pair of athletic shorts over the bottom half of her swimsuit.
"What's up, Pierre?" Angela greeted with a smile, "We have a visitor with us tonight?" For someone whom he knew to dislike him, Chuck thought she was being awfully polite. And what was this business about his being a visitor? He'd been up at the pool before, and he'd certainly never seen Angela there as well.
Pierre just shrugged, "The more the merrier." He backed away from the wall slightly so that he could have an easier time looking up at Angela as she stood behind Chuck. Chuck glanced up as well as he could without moving.
"You ready for a rematch?" She asked with a smirk and removed her flip-flops. The chair that Pierre had his things on was just behind where Chuck was laying, and she went to hang her towel and shorts there as well.
"You and your rematches," Pierre teased and let go of Chuck's hand so that he could kick away from the wall.
"Last night was just a fluke," Angela called over and went to stand at the edge of the pool near Chuck's feet. From here, Chuck could see her standing with her hands on her hips, all of her weight shifted to one leg. "You're going down, this time."
"Bring it on," Pierre challenged and swam over to one end of the pool. Chuck assumed this was where their rematch would start.
"Go, Team Pierre," Chuck muttered with a tired voice and replaced his hand, which was damp from the pool water, under his head to rest on. He glanced up at Angela just in time to meet her gaze as she looked down at him as well. Her look wasn't particularly reading any sort of emotion, she appeared to just be glancing at him, but Chuck was pleased to think that from the way he was laying, his sideways glance might have come off as a more of a scowl, even though that hadn't been a conscious goal at first.
Angela turned away and then dove into the water. She swam over to the side of the pool Pierre was already hanging off - while she was underwater and swimming, Chuck looked over and managed to catch Pierre giving him a mockingly valiant wave. Chuck simply shook his head and tiredly called out his support for his boyfriend to win.
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Characters: Band centric [Simple Plan]
Rating: R
Category: AU, Comedy, Drama
Warning: Language, Slash
Pairing: Pierre/Chuck
Summary:
oh baby can't you see there ain't no place I'd rather be
Disclaimer: I don't own them. And if I knew them personally, I probably wouldn't write this.
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Here We Go Again Chapter Eight
Sebastien walked across the tennis court and stopped to lean against the chain-link fence next to Jordan. Their groups were having outdoor time at the tennis courts today, along with Chelsea and Samantha's groups.
"Do you want to play a set?" Sebastien crossed his arms, his lax position against the fence hardly relating the message that he was up for a game of any sort. The day was mild but bright, and where they stood was quite pleasant, just covered by the shade of a tree.
"Do you really want to play a set?" Jordan asked skeptically and gave a smirk when Sebastien simply shook his head in the negative. "I thought not," he shook his head. "All I feel like doing this afternoon is relaxing."
As he said this, Jordan looked out over the tennis court and took notice of all their campers scattered around. A number of them had rackets and were standing in small groups, passing tennis balls between them; some of them were standing on either side of the nets and passing over the short distance. However, Jordan and Sebastien were not the only ones who seemed to want to relax; there were still plenty of campers huddled together in groups along the chain-link fence playing with their GameBoys and decks of cards. As he heaved a sigh and shifted his footing, Jordan looked up beyond the fencing of the tennis courts, and his eyes spied movement up by the pool.
Pierre was walking around the fence of the pool, headed for the storage shed. Jordan watched as Pierre fiddled with the lock on the door and let it swing open. Closing in then, Jordan noticed, was Angela, coming across the grass with a few lawn chairs in her arms. Pierre held the door to the shed open for her, and after she'd set the chairs inside, the two simply stood in the doorframe talking.
Jordan nudged Sebastien's side, "Hey. Have you noticed anything weird about Angie?"
"Weird like how?" Sebastien picked his head up to look up toward the pool at the mention of the lifeguard.
"Weird, like, she's all over Pierre all the time?" Jordan explained. "I feel like I've seen her, hitting on him a lot. Have you?"
"Mm," Sebastien nodded, "I haven't seen a lot of it, but I know what you mean; people have been talking. Hey, Chels!"
From over in the corner where she'd been watching some of her campers passing a tennis ball back and forth, Chelsea turned in the direction she'd heard her name. Sebastien waved her over, and she approached the two men, smiling, "What's up?"
Sebastien smiled as he placed an arm over his forehead in some lame attempt to shade his eyes, "We have a question for you." Chelsea nodded and he continued, "You're friends with Angie, right? What's up with her and Pierre?"
Chelsea lifted an eyebrow and turned to look up toward the pool, as if by looking, she might suddenly understand why she was being asked such a question. "What do you mean?" She shaded her eyes and watched as Angela walked away from the pool shed and Pierre began closing the large swinging doors. "Did I miss something happen?"
"No more than I have, I guess," Sebastien shrugged. "Jordan says they've been all over each other."
"Hey, I didn't say that!" Jordan held up his hands. "Peter was hanging out with John - that CIT from the eleven's that's got the hots for Samantha's CIT - and John was saying that all the girls down there are having giggle-fits over the lifeguards' supposed love affair."
"Well why isn't anyone explaining to them that they missed out on their chance to fawn over Pierre by a year?"
Sebastien rolled his eyes, "Who knows? Get that CIT that John likes to explain shit to him. I'm sure she'd love to tell him about it if it meant getting to watch Pierre and Chuck make out in her head."
"Right," Jordan scoffed, "because that's not going to make him think twice about liking her - having a girl he thinks is cute start gushing about how she enjoys watching two gay men make out. The next time you see the two of them talking, why don't you mention David coming to visit, I'm sure the dazed look of happiness on her face wouldn’t creep him out at all."
"Shut up. She could just as easily start gushing about how she wants John to play her something on guitar and he'll be so damn flattered he'll forget."
"You guys worry me a little," Chelsea shook her head. "And what's their reasoning for thinking something's going on? Angela's got a thing for Pierre, sure, but she knows he's with-"
"There it is!" Jordan was pointing up the hill. Sebastien and Chelsea turned their heads and looked back up toward where they'd last seen Pierre and Angie. "Aw, you missed it, they're just standing now."
Chelsea punched his shoulder when he didn't continue, "Well, what happened?"
He shook his head, "Well, I don't think it was anything, but I bet if their fan club was watching, they'd be freaking out. Angie was just, like, dancing around or something and Pierre grabbed her arm-to get her to stop?-and then they hugged."
Sebastien rolled his eyes, "That's it?"
"Well, what do you really think you're going to see? We all agree they're probably not doing anything wrong, don't we?" Chelsea placed her hands on her hips, intent on making that point very clear.
"Sure, but I'm just saying. If you're gonna get the wrong idea, that's why," Jordan defended. "She was hanging off his neck and then she patted his stomach."
"What the hell, patted his stomach?" Sebastien's eyes were about ready to roll out of their sockets. "What does that even mean?"
Jordan turned to face Sebastien, and Sebastien mirrored the action. "Like this," Jordan said, and then demonstrated. He made an exaggerated gesture of flipping his hair, and then he smiled and stepped past Sebastien. While he passed, he moved his hand back and lightly allowed his fingers to grace over Sebastien's stomach.
"That was hot," Chelsea nodded, "do it again."
"Oh, for crying out loud," Sebastien shook his head when one of Chelsea's campers whistled in their direction and a group laughed. "She did that?"
"I would believe it," Chelsea shrugged. "She's definitely crushing on him, she's told me so when I've guarded with her at the lake."
Heaving a sigh, Sebastien looked back up toward the pool, but the lifeguards were out of sight now. "It's still nothing," he said sternly and shook his head, "you hit on me all the time and it's nothing."
While Chelsea and Jordan nodded, Sebastien headed over to his bag to search for his bottle of water. He didn't really understand why there were so many rumors flying around about the lifeguards, but he was determined not to think about it too much. He knew that Pierre had just spent the night in Landon and Chuck's bunk just a few days ago; they were obviously still together and not letting these things bother them - even if he wasn't completely sure either one really knew what the rest of the camp was saying. Pierre must, for sure, he was involved, but if Chuck knew anything about this gossip going around, he certainly wasn't letting on that he did. After they way he'd seen Chuck calling Angela out back at the pool a few weeks ago, Sebastien would have him pegged to show just how much he might have cared for Angela's blatant advances, if he ever found out what she was doing.
Sebastien looked out over the tennis court and observed that more of the campers appeared to be sitting out from the activity, and the ones that were still going didn't seem very enthusiastic about playing any more. He drank from his bottle as he stepped back over to Chelsea and Jordan, coming close just at the end of their conversation:
"...I think he'll come around by the end of the summer; he's still thinking, that's all."
"Hey," he interrupted the two, not really caring that he was halting a conversation, "should we have them pack it in soon?" He glanced up at the pool and caught a glimpse of Pierre climbing to the top of one of the lifeguard stands and grabbing something from the floor of the platform. It was obvious that he was calling to someone, probably Angela, as he did so.
"Yeah," Chelsea nodded and glanced around. "It'll be time for dinner soon." She took a step back and turned to head for her group and inform them that it was time to get ready to leave the tennis courts.
Pierre exhaled a deep breath and allowed himself to sink under the surface of the water. When his head was fully under, he kicked his feet off the floor of the pool and did a back flip. "I thought we were over this part," he said as he resurfaced and wiped the water from his face.
"What are you talking about?" Chuck's voice was obviously tired as he lay on his stomach along the edge of the pool with his arms under his head.
"I thought we'd progressed past the part where I beg you to come swimming with me," Pierre clarified and flicked his fingers in Chuck's direction, sending droplets of water at his boyfriend's face. "You're supposed to just come ready to jump in now."
With an amused groan, Chuck pressed his face down against his arms. "Hey, you know I was up watching the bunks last night. I'm tired." He was laughing.
"Yeah? Well, I'm deprived of affection," Pierre teased and swam over to the wall. He folded his arms over the edge and set his chin on his forearms, so that he would be right in line with Chuck's view when the other looked back at the pool. "Come on," he prodded in a low voice, knowing he could speak softly now that they were so close, "you know you want to."
"I might want to," Chuck began with his face still buried in his arms and muffling his voice, "but that doesn't mean I wouldn't fall asleep in the water and drown."
"So, I'll save you." He grinned and hoisted himself up on his elbows so that he could hover near Chuck's ear. Water dripped from his nose and fell onto Chuck's neck. "Mouth-to-mouth sounds like the best idea you've had all night," he teased before letting himself sink back into the water. "Tomorrow's a free day, you can rest all you want then."
Chuck smirked and shook his head. "I swear I will let you practice CPR on me all day tomorrow if I'm just allowed to relax right now." His face was still stuck in his arms, "I like just watching you swim."
Smiling, Pierre stuck out a hand and softly prodded his boyfriend's shoulder. Chuck turned his head and gave a tired smile, signaling his attention. Pierre simply reached over and pulled one of Chuck's arms free so that he could thread their fingers together. His own arm was folded beneath his chin so that he and Chuck were smiling at one another while their linked hands sat in the water. "Why are you making yourself so tired, anyway? Last year you weren't so bad with catching up on your sleep."
"I don't know," Chuck merely sighed and shrugged a shoulder. "Maybe I am trying to build up a reason to drown the next time my group is swimming just so you can save me."
"Why wait? I could practice my CPR right now."
"But I'm not drowning right now."
"What's your point?"
There was no witty response, as all Chuck could do was close his eyes and chortle. Pierre watched with amusement and delight, nearly sure that his offer would be taken up before the night was through.
Suddenly, a loud screeching sound shattered its way to their eardrums, and the laughter ceased at once. Chuck screwed his tired eyes shut at the annoyance, and was so frustrated by the interruption that he could barely fathom what it had been until he heard Pierre identify the cause:
"Oh, hey, Angie."
Chuck opened only one eye at first and saw Pierre looking toward the front gate. Opening his other, he turned and saw none other than Angela walking toward them with a towel over her shoulder and a pair of athletic shorts over the bottom half of her swimsuit.
"What's up, Pierre?" Angela greeted with a smile, "We have a visitor with us tonight?" For someone whom he knew to dislike him, Chuck thought she was being awfully polite. And what was this business about his being a visitor? He'd been up at the pool before, and he'd certainly never seen Angela there as well.
Pierre just shrugged, "The more the merrier." He backed away from the wall slightly so that he could have an easier time looking up at Angela as she stood behind Chuck. Chuck glanced up as well as he could without moving.
"You ready for a rematch?" She asked with a smirk and removed her flip-flops. The chair that Pierre had his things on was just behind where Chuck was laying, and she went to hang her towel and shorts there as well.
"You and your rematches," Pierre teased and let go of Chuck's hand so that he could kick away from the wall.
"Last night was just a fluke," Angela called over and went to stand at the edge of the pool near Chuck's feet. From here, Chuck could see her standing with her hands on her hips, all of her weight shifted to one leg. "You're going down, this time."
"Bring it on," Pierre challenged and swam over to one end of the pool. Chuck assumed this was where their rematch would start.
"Go, Team Pierre," Chuck muttered with a tired voice and replaced his hand, which was damp from the pool water, under his head to rest on. He glanced up at Angela just in time to meet her gaze as she looked down at him as well. Her look wasn't particularly reading any sort of emotion, she appeared to just be glancing at him, but Chuck was pleased to think that from the way he was laying, his sideways glance might have come off as a more of a scowl, even though that hadn't been a conscious goal at first.
Angela turned away and then dove into the water. She swam over to the side of the pool Pierre was already hanging off - while she was underwater and swimming, Chuck looked over and managed to catch Pierre giving him a mockingly valiant wave. Chuck simply shook his head and tiredly called out his support for his boyfriend to win.
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